18 Juillet: Mood

18 Juillet: Mood

Where the firestorms are howling through the land
And the riverboats are drowning in the sand
Where the hinges of the window shutters groan
Was my father’s home

Where the schoolbell’s ringin’ way down Lincoln Square
And the sound of broken playgrounds fill the air
I see skeletons of greyhounds lay and rust
And their trails in the dust
And I still can hear the children in the park
Where they danced in the dark


And I’m all on my own
On that long lonesome road
I will roam ’til I’m old in my bones
And I’m waiting in vain
For the late evening train
‘Til the day when it takes me away


Where the neon temples glitter in the night
But there’s no one to assemble in their light
The shepherd broke his crooked staff and roared
Out to the name of the lord

On the porch I watched the pigeons fight the crumbs
And the raindrops played the tin roof battle drums
I should find myself some shelter I suppose
With the dogs and the crows
Where we all can live together safe and sound

In our hole in the ground


And I’m all on my own
On that long lonesome road
I will roam ’til I’m old in my bones
And I’m waiting in vain
For the late evening train
‘Til the day when it takes me away


Where the mountains crumble down and oceans rise
And the country’s getting old before my eyes
Waltzing with the planets in the sky
Turn the wheels of time

And I gaze up to the stars until I sleep
See their blaze deep in my heart and in my dreams
When everything is dark the future’s bright
And it feels alright
I will rise up and I’ll fly into space
Come the end of days


And I’m all on my own
On that long lonesome road
I will roam ’til I’m old in my bones
And I’m waiting in vain
For the late evening train
‘Til the day when it takes me away

Gorilla Rodeo! – Lonesome Road